Josh Flannagan

“A lot of screams for so little wool, said the man who sheared the pig”
― John Ajvide Lindqvist, Let the Right One In

“Brush snapped. The stag shambled forth from the outer darkness. It loomed above Scobie, its fur rank and steaming. Black blood oozed from gashes along its flanks. Beneath a great jagged crown of antlers its eyes were black, its teeth yellow and broken. Scobie fell to his knees, palms raised in supplication. The stag nuzzled his matted hair and its long tongue lapped at the muddy tears and the streaks of drying blood upon the man’s upturned face. Its muzzle unhinged. The teeth closed and there was a sound like a ripe cabbage cracking apart.”
― Laird Barron, The Beautiful Thing That Awaits Us All

“He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts”
― Stephen King, It

“The cold impassive stars didn't bother him so much as the gaps between them did.”
― Laird Barron, The Croning